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| Pete Atkin sings
Landscapes by Clive James and Pete Atkin, [Much more at www.peteatkin.com] |
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There are landscapes for an old affair Full of stuff we pay no mind Such and such Little things that don't add up to much A coinbox for the blind There are landscapes for an old affair Crowded as you could wish to find Bric-a-brac that broke But no-one wants his money back The toys we left behind There are landscapes for an old affair But where are the landmarks for the new? There are handbooks on how not to care But where are the words for when you do? And why are they so few? Why oh why, why are they so few? There are landscapes for an old affair But where is the language for the new? There are landscapes for an old affair But where, where is the language for the new? | |||||
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